do not love me gently
I want to know
you ache for me
When the nighttime comes
do not seek permission
enter without knocking
steal like a thief
I want to wear the nighttime
on my skin
breath you
from my pores
taste the moon
on your tongue.
submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #58 Nighttime, at Poets United
and We Write Poems, #64 Parallel Lines
and Meeting the Bar: Crit Friday at dVerse Poets Pub
